Dancing shadows in her head,
swaying darkness, entrancing madness,
attempts to focus replaced with dread,
moving chaos, jiving trails,
destructive thoughts and tempting panic,
what a glorious masquerade,
if it wasn’t quite so tragic.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
Dancing shadows in her head,
swaying darkness, entrancing madness,
attempts to focus replaced with dread,
moving chaos, jiving trails,
destructive thoughts and tempting panic,
what a glorious masquerade,
if it wasn’t quite so tragic.
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